My telephone's been abuzz all morning And I don't know who is tryin' get through I did some shit that I should have done smarter But they get away with everything So I thought I could get away I thought I could get away too.
Down in the gulf there's a black sea monster And my crime ain't huge, a world tattered cube That I didn't affix with a shiny new sticker Go swallow the summer and choke on the fumes Because they get away with everything that they do
So hold onto your home It's shaky, I know But if you flee trash will follow [x2] The winds that you left in your wake and you'll fall down again.
Oh, the office called You're in deep, deep trouble The shit you're afraid of has made you hateful And you're letting on, tired eyes, all spiteful And nobody cares We all got sorrows
So hold onto your home And onto your hope Sorrow don't answer problems [x4] Nobody cares We're all in trouble The shit that you hate don't make you special [x4] The shit that you hate don't make you special